Yay, finals are done! Freshman year is over! It's great! And because its
summer, I will probably be able to write more! Joyous!
BTW I noticed I've been spelling Amauna wrong. Stupid a's and u's. I'll try to remember the proper spelling from now on. Feel free to mention anything I screwed up on. I'll go back and fix everything..... eventually.
BloodyKitsune: I've got this problem with abusing my characters. But that just means the only way she can go after being so down is up, right?........... Right?.................cricket cricket............. Crap, I suppose I really am just a sadist at heart. I guess it's time for that psychiatrist appointment. And yeah, Quinn sucks. I think I might start an I Hate Quinn club. Kinda sad, starting a hate club for your own character. But hey, reason #2 why I need to see a shrink!
Gwen6: Thanks. I do try to get some emotion in there, though most of it seems to be of the depressing variety lately. As for Jaheira, Kelsey, and Imoen..... This chapter should have a lot of Imoen making good on her word. I'm kinda making Imoen the emotional friendly one, and Jaheira the aloof- yet-supportive-and-mothering leadery person, and Kelsey.... Well, Kelsey's the comic relief. I love Kelsey, but he is a bit silly at times. And I am going to rewrite some parts eventually, especially the first couple chapters, but only later. Too lazy to do it now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with BGII.
Amauna turned to Sarevok, Kelsey, Jaheira, and Imoen as the scene before them faded. "I believe you understand now."
Jaheira nodded. "He abandoned her twice. And when her life fell apart the third time, she lost all hope and...."
"...she went insane," finished Imoen.
"Not insane, perhaps. But unstable, most definitely," said Amauna.
"You would have too, under those circumstances," said Kelsey.
"I am not here to make any judgments," said Amauna. "I am merely here to show you what was, and what could be. That shade of Raziel's inner darkness you saw earlier is very real, and is one that is growing in strength. It could eventually lead to her downfall."
"What do you mean?" growled Sarevok.
"Should her hatred and sorrow be left untreated it shall consume her. She will become a monster that will destroy others. So far she has not killed anyone in her attempts at revenge, but that may change. There is yet a bit of Liaedra in her, but it is dying."
"So what can we do?" asked Kelsey.
"You could kill her. You could hand her over to the Sir Anomen and the knights of the Radiant Heart, and they would execute her. You could leave her be, and let her become what she will become."
"We won't do any of that," said Imoen. "We're her friends. We traveled with her and knew her, me longest of all. I won't let her destroy herself or hurt anyone else. I couldn't let Liaedra or Raziel down, or I'd never be able to look myself in the mirror ever again."
"Would you take her in? Would you try to heal the wounds on her heart and soul? Would you attempt redeem the monster she is fast becoming, Imoen?" asked Amauna.
"I would, because Liaedra would have done it for me," said Imoen, smiling slightly. "She kinda did, already. After we escaped from Spellhold, she got me op on my feet again, after the torture and the discovery of my Bhaalspawn heritage, even while she helped support Quinn with his Slayer problem. She was always strong for all of us. I have to do the same for her, especially now."
Jaheira and Kelsey nodded, and Sarevok grunted in what Imoen assumed was agreement.
A smile lit Amauna's face. "Then you have elected the path I had hoped you would take. You will help her regain and redeem herself. Though she may never again be the person she was before, perhaps in time, with her friend's aid, she can become somewhat whole."
Amauna motioned into the darkness, and a light began to grow from the shadow. "I will send you back to the temple now. Raziel will be there waiting for you, unharmed. Help her as best you can. There are hard times ahead, especially for her. Be warned, and be ready."
With that, the light flashed, consuming the darkness and blinding everyone, before thrusting the companions into shadow once more.
After a moment everyone's vision cleared, and they realized they were all back in the dragon room of the temple. They shook themselves and stood up, checking their surroundings. Imoen gave a sudden cry and ran over to a corner after spotting a huddled figure.
Sarevok followed quickly. It was Raziel. Jaheira checked her pulse and breathing before turning back to the companions.
"She is just sleeping, nothing to be worried about. No doubt Amauna wanted her to rest after her ordeal," she said.
"What can we do with her?" asked Kelsey. "Anomen and the other knights will be looking for her."
"We hide her and help her. Hopefully we can convince the Order that she won't harm anyone else," said Imoen.
"Unlikely," growled Sarevok. "But if we used some forceful persuasion...."
"No forceful persuasion," said Jaheira firmly. "We must keep Raziel safe, but we cannot break the law."
"You're no fun anymore," said Kelsey, grinning slightly.
"This is not a laughing matter," said Jaheira, glowering at him. Kelsey's smile faded immediately, unable to withstand the infamous Jaheira grimace.
A groan came from Raziel, and everyone moved closer to her. Her eyes flickered open and she sat up slightly. "Where..."
"You're in the temple. Amauna brought us back here, " said Imoen. Raziel nodded, then struggled to stand up.
"Lay back down silly!" Imoen said. She pushed Raziel back to the floor and began to check her over for injuries.
Raziel groaned again and sat up more. She tried to push Imoen off of her, but was too weak, whether because of the emotional drain she had likely experienced or because the sleep Amauna had put her in was still effecting her.
"I believe the job of overbearing mother hen has already been claimed by Jaheira, Immy," Raziel said sarcastically.
Jaheira glowered. "Not exactly in the position to joke about such things, are you?"
"I'm always in the position to joke."
"I've noticed."
Raziel turned to Imoen. "I'm fine, Im. Knock it off! It's not like I was in some major battle or something. "
"Fine, fine." Imoen sighed and stood up. She held out a hand and hauled Raziel up as well. All of the sudden she pulled the elf into a hug.
Raziel was startled for a moment. She put one arm around Imoen's shoulders almost alkwardly. "As much as I love hugging and all, Im, can I enquire to the occasion?"
"We saw.... everything. You dying, finding Tarthis., then having that destroyed, Elysia becoming blind and you having to give her up........ everything," Imoen said haltingly.
Raziel pulled back, grimacing. "Thanks, but no thanks, Imoen. I really, really ate pity. Besides, I have an overabundance as it is."
She turned to the others. "So, what is it the great Amauna decided to do with me? What is to be my fate?" she asked, her voice dramatically sarcastic.
"We're not turning you over to that pompous fool Anomen, if that is what you're asking," said Jaheira.
"Always good to know, but what are you going to do with me?"
There were blank looks and silence all around. Raziel sighed and rolled her eyes. "If you're going to try and help my poor, pitiful, arsonistic, insane self and defy the almighty Order of the Radiant Heart, you had best pick a plan or something, or we're all screwed."
"Well, we haven't had much time," said Jaheira pointedly.
"Why don't we rest for the night... or day... or whenever it is. We can decide on our plan tomorrow morning," said Kelsey.
"Yes, I imagine a night of rest would do us all some good," said Imoen, looking pointedly at Raziel. The elf grinned.
The group found all their packs and bedrolls in a nearby corner, graciously teleported there by the Sungod's child priestess. They set up camp and ate, Raziel refusing both food and extra bedding. In the end she laid her back against the wall in a corner, closing her eyes in an attempt at feigning sleep. She could not lay her mind to rest, though, so she merely rested, but did not sleep.
"Who wants first watch?" asked Kelsey.
"We may not need sentries if Amauna is guarding us," Imoen pointed out.
"Yes, a little girl is watching over us in a temple that used to be covered in wraiths. She wasn't able to save us then, how could she do it now?" said Raziel sarcastically.
"Must you always be so cynical?" asked Imoen.
"Yep," Raziel replied.
"I must agree with Raziel. It is never good to let one's guard down, even if you are in a place you feel is safe. The darkness is still present. It permeates the air and I don't like it," said Jaheira.
"Fine, fine," said Imoen.
"I'll take first watch," said Sarevok shortly.
The rest of the company laid down to rest. Sarevok set himself up against a pillar, facing outward from the small corner area the group had choose to inhabit. After about a half-hour the rest of the group fell asleep, but Raziel remained awake. She had given up the pretense of sleep, and her silver eyes burned through the darkness at him. After a few moments she rose, walked over, and sat down next to him, peering out through the shadows with her elven infravision as she helped him keep watch.
"So, what did you think of the show?" she asked after a few more moments of silence, her piercing gaze turning towards him.
"The show? Is that what you call it? Rather casual about all this, aren't you?" Sarevok replied coolly, meeting her eyes.
"It isn't good to dwell on things. All of the things you saw happened years ago. If you can't do anything about what happened, what's the point in agonize over it?"
Sarevok smirked. "You should take your own advice, elf."
Raziel raised an eyebrow. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"You changed your character, your name, your mind, your very existence because of what happened to you all those years ago. I believe that qualifies as dwelling on your past."
"Maybe to you," Raziel said, her eyes burning. "But to me it signifies completely abandoning my past for a better future."
"Better future?" Sarevok laughed. "You are a scarred, tortured, insane shell of your former self, and yet you say this is a better future?"
Raziel's eyes burned brighter with a mix of amusement and anger. "And tell me, oh mighty Sarevok, what would you do in my position?"
He was silent for a moment, then he grinned. "The exact same thing."
"Exactly." Raziel's grin mirrored Sarevok's as she stared back into the darkness. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Then she sighed. "I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't elected the path of revenge and destruction. I wonder if I would have been happier. But then I realize things might have been worse, at least as far as I see it. I would have become some secluded weakling, alone and afraid of everyone. Or I might have become reliant on my friends, and have to live of their care. But I wouldn't have been strong anymore, and if there's one thing I can't abide it's thinking of myself as a weakling who flinches at every little sound and relies on someone else for protection. I could never be that."
Sarevok nodded. "Then in a way you made the right choice, as far as you are concerned."
"I made the only choice I could live with." She laughed. "Who ever knew being a wanted criminal could feel so good!"
Sarevok grinned. "I know what you mean. Being an evil warlord wasn't so bad either."
"Burning down temples..."
"Raising hell...."
"Keeping those stupid knights on their toes...."
"Annoying the hell out of my brother....."
They both laughed and looked at each other. "Yes, it certainly is the life," said Raziel.
"Was," corrected Sarevok. "I am a reformed villain, remember. One who, if I recall correctly, you played a major part in reforming."
"Damn," she sighed. "Things really are reversed now, aren't they?"
"What do you mean?" asked Sarevok, somewhat confused.
"Well, years ago, you were a villain. I helped kill you, but when you came back, I trusted you and tried to help you. Now I've essentially risen from the dead and have become a twisted criminal, and you're.... well, I don't know what you're doing but it seems like you're trying to help me. Funny how things like this work out, huh?"
Sarevok nodded. They both were silent again. Then he turned to Raziel.
She was looking out into the darkness, obviously deep in thought. Her eyes still glowed dimly, but they seemed subdued, wither by their somber topic of conversation or the demons Amauna's meddling had forced her to confront.
"I am trying to help you," he said softly. "And I am grateful for how you helped me. You were the first out of the group to trust and appreciate me, and I am glad you did."
Raziel kept staring into the darkness, and for a moment Sarevok wondered if she had even heard him. But then a small, genuine smile lit her face and she turned to him, her eyes boring into his.
"I know you're trying to help," she said. "And I'm grateful to you also."
They stared at each other for a moment, until Sarevok realized what he was doing. He grunted and turned away, staring into the darkness again. Raziel laughed and stood up, heading back to her corner. He heard her lay down, and after a few minutes her breathing slowed signifying her sleep (or trance, whatever).
Sarevok stayed awake for an hour more until Jaheira came to relieve him of his duties. He stood and headed over to his bedroll. He looked over at Raziel, noticing he shivering slightly.
He sighed. She was too stubborn to admit her weakness.
Sarevok walked over and carefully picked her up, carrying her over to his bedroll. He placed her on it gently and pulled the covers over her. Despite her usual alertness, Raziel didn't even stir as he moved her. The experience of reliving part of her past had obviously tired her out more than he had thought. Or perhaps Amauna had sent her a merciful sleep.
He made sure that Jaheira was not watching before he kneeled beside her. Taking one of her hands in his, he lifted it closer to his face, looking for the scars that ran across her wrist. They had looked horrible in the plane Amauna had taken them to, and they looked just as horribly here. He ran a finger across the angry red lines, noticing how she shivered as he did. Then he laid her hand back down by her head and stood up. He walked over to the wall nearest her, lay his back against it, and fell into a deep sleep, haunted by a pair of silver eyes once again.
Okay, I realize Sarevok is being rather OOC, but once again, I kinda need him to be this way for the whole Raz/Sare thing to work. I'll try to keep him kinda evilish and mean. Lets just think of him as a very reformed Sarevok, shall we? R&R please!
BTW I noticed I've been spelling Amauna wrong. Stupid a's and u's. I'll try to remember the proper spelling from now on. Feel free to mention anything I screwed up on. I'll go back and fix everything..... eventually.
BloodyKitsune: I've got this problem with abusing my characters. But that just means the only way she can go after being so down is up, right?........... Right?.................cricket cricket............. Crap, I suppose I really am just a sadist at heart. I guess it's time for that psychiatrist appointment. And yeah, Quinn sucks. I think I might start an I Hate Quinn club. Kinda sad, starting a hate club for your own character. But hey, reason #2 why I need to see a shrink!
Gwen6: Thanks. I do try to get some emotion in there, though most of it seems to be of the depressing variety lately. As for Jaheira, Kelsey, and Imoen..... This chapter should have a lot of Imoen making good on her word. I'm kinda making Imoen the emotional friendly one, and Jaheira the aloof- yet-supportive-and-mothering leadery person, and Kelsey.... Well, Kelsey's the comic relief. I love Kelsey, but he is a bit silly at times. And I am going to rewrite some parts eventually, especially the first couple chapters, but only later. Too lazy to do it now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with BGII.
Amauna turned to Sarevok, Kelsey, Jaheira, and Imoen as the scene before them faded. "I believe you understand now."
Jaheira nodded. "He abandoned her twice. And when her life fell apart the third time, she lost all hope and...."
"...she went insane," finished Imoen.
"Not insane, perhaps. But unstable, most definitely," said Amauna.
"You would have too, under those circumstances," said Kelsey.
"I am not here to make any judgments," said Amauna. "I am merely here to show you what was, and what could be. That shade of Raziel's inner darkness you saw earlier is very real, and is one that is growing in strength. It could eventually lead to her downfall."
"What do you mean?" growled Sarevok.
"Should her hatred and sorrow be left untreated it shall consume her. She will become a monster that will destroy others. So far she has not killed anyone in her attempts at revenge, but that may change. There is yet a bit of Liaedra in her, but it is dying."
"So what can we do?" asked Kelsey.
"You could kill her. You could hand her over to the Sir Anomen and the knights of the Radiant Heart, and they would execute her. You could leave her be, and let her become what she will become."
"We won't do any of that," said Imoen. "We're her friends. We traveled with her and knew her, me longest of all. I won't let her destroy herself or hurt anyone else. I couldn't let Liaedra or Raziel down, or I'd never be able to look myself in the mirror ever again."
"Would you take her in? Would you try to heal the wounds on her heart and soul? Would you attempt redeem the monster she is fast becoming, Imoen?" asked Amauna.
"I would, because Liaedra would have done it for me," said Imoen, smiling slightly. "She kinda did, already. After we escaped from Spellhold, she got me op on my feet again, after the torture and the discovery of my Bhaalspawn heritage, even while she helped support Quinn with his Slayer problem. She was always strong for all of us. I have to do the same for her, especially now."
Jaheira and Kelsey nodded, and Sarevok grunted in what Imoen assumed was agreement.
A smile lit Amauna's face. "Then you have elected the path I had hoped you would take. You will help her regain and redeem herself. Though she may never again be the person she was before, perhaps in time, with her friend's aid, she can become somewhat whole."
Amauna motioned into the darkness, and a light began to grow from the shadow. "I will send you back to the temple now. Raziel will be there waiting for you, unharmed. Help her as best you can. There are hard times ahead, especially for her. Be warned, and be ready."
With that, the light flashed, consuming the darkness and blinding everyone, before thrusting the companions into shadow once more.
After a moment everyone's vision cleared, and they realized they were all back in the dragon room of the temple. They shook themselves and stood up, checking their surroundings. Imoen gave a sudden cry and ran over to a corner after spotting a huddled figure.
Sarevok followed quickly. It was Raziel. Jaheira checked her pulse and breathing before turning back to the companions.
"She is just sleeping, nothing to be worried about. No doubt Amauna wanted her to rest after her ordeal," she said.
"What can we do with her?" asked Kelsey. "Anomen and the other knights will be looking for her."
"We hide her and help her. Hopefully we can convince the Order that she won't harm anyone else," said Imoen.
"Unlikely," growled Sarevok. "But if we used some forceful persuasion...."
"No forceful persuasion," said Jaheira firmly. "We must keep Raziel safe, but we cannot break the law."
"You're no fun anymore," said Kelsey, grinning slightly.
"This is not a laughing matter," said Jaheira, glowering at him. Kelsey's smile faded immediately, unable to withstand the infamous Jaheira grimace.
A groan came from Raziel, and everyone moved closer to her. Her eyes flickered open and she sat up slightly. "Where..."
"You're in the temple. Amauna brought us back here, " said Imoen. Raziel nodded, then struggled to stand up.
"Lay back down silly!" Imoen said. She pushed Raziel back to the floor and began to check her over for injuries.
Raziel groaned again and sat up more. She tried to push Imoen off of her, but was too weak, whether because of the emotional drain she had likely experienced or because the sleep Amauna had put her in was still effecting her.
"I believe the job of overbearing mother hen has already been claimed by Jaheira, Immy," Raziel said sarcastically.
Jaheira glowered. "Not exactly in the position to joke about such things, are you?"
"I'm always in the position to joke."
"I've noticed."
Raziel turned to Imoen. "I'm fine, Im. Knock it off! It's not like I was in some major battle or something. "
"Fine, fine." Imoen sighed and stood up. She held out a hand and hauled Raziel up as well. All of the sudden she pulled the elf into a hug.
Raziel was startled for a moment. She put one arm around Imoen's shoulders almost alkwardly. "As much as I love hugging and all, Im, can I enquire to the occasion?"
"We saw.... everything. You dying, finding Tarthis., then having that destroyed, Elysia becoming blind and you having to give her up........ everything," Imoen said haltingly.
Raziel pulled back, grimacing. "Thanks, but no thanks, Imoen. I really, really ate pity. Besides, I have an overabundance as it is."
She turned to the others. "So, what is it the great Amauna decided to do with me? What is to be my fate?" she asked, her voice dramatically sarcastic.
"We're not turning you over to that pompous fool Anomen, if that is what you're asking," said Jaheira.
"Always good to know, but what are you going to do with me?"
There were blank looks and silence all around. Raziel sighed and rolled her eyes. "If you're going to try and help my poor, pitiful, arsonistic, insane self and defy the almighty Order of the Radiant Heart, you had best pick a plan or something, or we're all screwed."
"Well, we haven't had much time," said Jaheira pointedly.
"Why don't we rest for the night... or day... or whenever it is. We can decide on our plan tomorrow morning," said Kelsey.
"Yes, I imagine a night of rest would do us all some good," said Imoen, looking pointedly at Raziel. The elf grinned.
The group found all their packs and bedrolls in a nearby corner, graciously teleported there by the Sungod's child priestess. They set up camp and ate, Raziel refusing both food and extra bedding. In the end she laid her back against the wall in a corner, closing her eyes in an attempt at feigning sleep. She could not lay her mind to rest, though, so she merely rested, but did not sleep.
"Who wants first watch?" asked Kelsey.
"We may not need sentries if Amauna is guarding us," Imoen pointed out.
"Yes, a little girl is watching over us in a temple that used to be covered in wraiths. She wasn't able to save us then, how could she do it now?" said Raziel sarcastically.
"Must you always be so cynical?" asked Imoen.
"Yep," Raziel replied.
"I must agree with Raziel. It is never good to let one's guard down, even if you are in a place you feel is safe. The darkness is still present. It permeates the air and I don't like it," said Jaheira.
"Fine, fine," said Imoen.
"I'll take first watch," said Sarevok shortly.
The rest of the company laid down to rest. Sarevok set himself up against a pillar, facing outward from the small corner area the group had choose to inhabit. After about a half-hour the rest of the group fell asleep, but Raziel remained awake. She had given up the pretense of sleep, and her silver eyes burned through the darkness at him. After a few moments she rose, walked over, and sat down next to him, peering out through the shadows with her elven infravision as she helped him keep watch.
"So, what did you think of the show?" she asked after a few more moments of silence, her piercing gaze turning towards him.
"The show? Is that what you call it? Rather casual about all this, aren't you?" Sarevok replied coolly, meeting her eyes.
"It isn't good to dwell on things. All of the things you saw happened years ago. If you can't do anything about what happened, what's the point in agonize over it?"
Sarevok smirked. "You should take your own advice, elf."
Raziel raised an eyebrow. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"You changed your character, your name, your mind, your very existence because of what happened to you all those years ago. I believe that qualifies as dwelling on your past."
"Maybe to you," Raziel said, her eyes burning. "But to me it signifies completely abandoning my past for a better future."
"Better future?" Sarevok laughed. "You are a scarred, tortured, insane shell of your former self, and yet you say this is a better future?"
Raziel's eyes burned brighter with a mix of amusement and anger. "And tell me, oh mighty Sarevok, what would you do in my position?"
He was silent for a moment, then he grinned. "The exact same thing."
"Exactly." Raziel's grin mirrored Sarevok's as she stared back into the darkness. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Then she sighed. "I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't elected the path of revenge and destruction. I wonder if I would have been happier. But then I realize things might have been worse, at least as far as I see it. I would have become some secluded weakling, alone and afraid of everyone. Or I might have become reliant on my friends, and have to live of their care. But I wouldn't have been strong anymore, and if there's one thing I can't abide it's thinking of myself as a weakling who flinches at every little sound and relies on someone else for protection. I could never be that."
Sarevok nodded. "Then in a way you made the right choice, as far as you are concerned."
"I made the only choice I could live with." She laughed. "Who ever knew being a wanted criminal could feel so good!"
Sarevok grinned. "I know what you mean. Being an evil warlord wasn't so bad either."
"Burning down temples..."
"Raising hell...."
"Keeping those stupid knights on their toes...."
"Annoying the hell out of my brother....."
They both laughed and looked at each other. "Yes, it certainly is the life," said Raziel.
"Was," corrected Sarevok. "I am a reformed villain, remember. One who, if I recall correctly, you played a major part in reforming."
"Damn," she sighed. "Things really are reversed now, aren't they?"
"What do you mean?" asked Sarevok, somewhat confused.
"Well, years ago, you were a villain. I helped kill you, but when you came back, I trusted you and tried to help you. Now I've essentially risen from the dead and have become a twisted criminal, and you're.... well, I don't know what you're doing but it seems like you're trying to help me. Funny how things like this work out, huh?"
Sarevok nodded. They both were silent again. Then he turned to Raziel.
She was looking out into the darkness, obviously deep in thought. Her eyes still glowed dimly, but they seemed subdued, wither by their somber topic of conversation or the demons Amauna's meddling had forced her to confront.
"I am trying to help you," he said softly. "And I am grateful for how you helped me. You were the first out of the group to trust and appreciate me, and I am glad you did."
Raziel kept staring into the darkness, and for a moment Sarevok wondered if she had even heard him. But then a small, genuine smile lit her face and she turned to him, her eyes boring into his.
"I know you're trying to help," she said. "And I'm grateful to you also."
They stared at each other for a moment, until Sarevok realized what he was doing. He grunted and turned away, staring into the darkness again. Raziel laughed and stood up, heading back to her corner. He heard her lay down, and after a few minutes her breathing slowed signifying her sleep (or trance, whatever).
Sarevok stayed awake for an hour more until Jaheira came to relieve him of his duties. He stood and headed over to his bedroll. He looked over at Raziel, noticing he shivering slightly.
He sighed. She was too stubborn to admit her weakness.
Sarevok walked over and carefully picked her up, carrying her over to his bedroll. He placed her on it gently and pulled the covers over her. Despite her usual alertness, Raziel didn't even stir as he moved her. The experience of reliving part of her past had obviously tired her out more than he had thought. Or perhaps Amauna had sent her a merciful sleep.
He made sure that Jaheira was not watching before he kneeled beside her. Taking one of her hands in his, he lifted it closer to his face, looking for the scars that ran across her wrist. They had looked horrible in the plane Amauna had taken them to, and they looked just as horribly here. He ran a finger across the angry red lines, noticing how she shivered as he did. Then he laid her hand back down by her head and stood up. He walked over to the wall nearest her, lay his back against it, and fell into a deep sleep, haunted by a pair of silver eyes once again.
Okay, I realize Sarevok is being rather OOC, but once again, I kinda need him to be this way for the whole Raz/Sare thing to work. I'll try to keep him kinda evilish and mean. Lets just think of him as a very reformed Sarevok, shall we? R&R please!